It's A Sunday Morning Poem by Dr.Rajendra Tela,Nirantar
It's A Sunday Morning
Birds out of their nests
Flowers blooming large
Many friends still in bed
Having a good rest
No hustling bustling
In the streets
Children
In color uniforms
Missing from the roads
Metro and buses
Sighing in relief
Mummies trying hard
To get their young ones
Out of the beds
They react by saying
Mamma let me sleep
It's a Sunday morning
23-08-2012
694-54-08-12
Dr.Rajendra Tela, Nirantar
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